Tommy decided, as he had raced along the empty streets with the Doctor that his life was going to change. He had gotten his dad in trouble for the wrong doings he had done, both inside and out of the household. He had helped solve the mystery of what had happened to his Gran, and he had been in the company of a man that clearly wasn't from around here.

Tape recorders, boxes bigger on the inside and a whole lot of faceless people and there was one thing he didn't get.

"Mum, I don't mean to be rude but...why didn't those people die? They had no faces, some of them for weeks. Don't humans need food and drink to survive?"

His mum stared at him, and then turned her gaze to her mother, who was intently listening to the radio, as she wasn't going near another one of those infernal contraptions called a television again.

"Later, Tommy. We don't talk about that in front of Gran."

His Gran looked at him, smiled and shook her head. "Don't know how we survived, boy. But I know one thing, it's good that we did. Or I would have never seen you again."

Smiling, he made his way over to his Gran and gave her a hug. He'd been hugging her a lot since everyone got their faces back.

One thing he knew for certain was that the world was a much weirder place than it was before the Coronation.

And weird, he decided, was good.

He'd sneak his scooter out later on and have a bit of a ride. No one needed to know where he got it from. They wouldn't believe him if he told them.

Already people were forgetting that their relatives had been turned into faceless things and kept in a cage out of the way. Who'd believe that he got the scooter from a time travelling alien form a box that was millions of times bigger inside than out?

No one.

And he liked it that way.

He had something no one else did, and he would treasure it.

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